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Kya ?? Kya ?? Kya ?? Kyu ?? Kab ??? Kaise ?? 😕 Yes guys.. It is me.. Me, the critisizer.. Hey, come on 😆 Ishqbaaaz is the best show on Star Plus and I want the best for Om. Tht's y I critisize Ishaana but I've also showered her with compliments.. Ok ok ok... Don't throw tamatars, andaas and chappals on me 😛 I am going along with the OS.. Enjoy 😳
Sitting under the huge mammoth of rain that poured down mercilessly, I looked straight ahead. There was nothing to see except trees drinking the droplets of water and shining in their evergreen beauty. I was not bothered about getting wet. It didn't matter. What mattered the most was what I was doing. You guys would think that she is sitting in the rain getting drenched but that wasn't what I was talking about. I was talking about the mess I had made around myself, the dangerous layer of erupting lava that would burst forth anytime given the slighest pressure, the huge pit I had built that I fell into . What would I do ? It wasn't my fault that I chose to become a con-woman. People have many dreams. I had too. And now here I am, a dreamless, ruthless and heartless con-woman who didn't care about anyone's feelings. A person who just gave two hoots about money and didn't value any relationships. A tear fell down my cheek as I remnisced the days that passed. Even knowing that I was adopted didn't bother me but those words. And that too coming from the man I loved more than my own life. The first man I've ever loved in my entire life. It sliced my heart to pieces.
Right from childhood, I had made my heart a stone. My family was my everything. With a father who is an alcoholic and a sister that was too young and naive to understand how the outside world functioned, I had no choice. I was young myself. 15 years and no one would give me a job. There was no means to support the family. My father was too obsessed with alcohol to even care about us. How can I be like that !! I have a heart too. Conning was the only means to survive then. No one wants to become a con-person. But what can a person do is he/she has no other choice !! The moment, I was successfull in my first conning, I had decided that this was what I was going to do. My sister atleast was getting comfort. I took up the image off a serial con-woman and put up a bubbly facade which I didn't know would blend quite well with my personality. Never of the talkative type, I put this facade up so that my younger sister would be kept away from all the shit the world offered in the name of LIFE.. Years passed.. My profession became bearable. I managed to con quite many people.. And then he came. The long-haired beauty. The man that stumped my stupor and took my heart away.
Yes. At first, I was actually on the road to con him but as the saying goes Only a lonely person can understand the feelings of another lonely person.. That was what happened. Dancing, singing and acting for him was on one side. On the other, he was the confide that I never had. Many years of conning and I actually thought my heart had buried itself deep inside the layer of thorns but then he came.. Like a Prince pulling my heart out of the bundle of thorns. That moment, as he sat speaking out words that were straight from his heart, I felt something tug in my chest. My heart was beating wildly, waiting to burst forth. Those ten minutes were all that I needed to smile again. He had managed to bring a curve to my face. Omkara Singh Oberoi. The name itself sounded like nectar and it rolled on my tongue. I had actually almost stopped conning when again the reality knocked at my door and I had to embrace conning again. So I took to him again, trying to lock my heart but then failing miserably. Not even the strongest locks would keep my heart from beating for him. His genuine smile and words were all that were enough to break my reverie. I don't know when I fell for him but along the way, somewhere between meeting him and gradually warming up to him, I fell in love with him. Deep, pure love and nothing.. Not even reality was able to snatch me away from him. It was good. It went well. Our relationship wasn't like those normal lovey-dovey couples where they pour nectars and nectars of murky and mushy words over each other. We fought. We fought like kutta-billi, billi-chuha. We called each other names. But then this was our relationship. And relationships tend to have all these. Now, what is a relationship without a tinge of spice in it.. I laughed to mysell.. True that.. We also apologized after hours of coaxing from his brothers and again started a fight within minutes. Such was our relationship.
He used to draw pencil potraits of me while I was busy doing something and would surprise me with the same. I would always think, him as an artist, he was always calm and serene. Looking at him gave me peace, a happiness that couldn't be explained in words.. And then one day, all hell broke loose. My world came crashing down. Those goons had broken into my home and had threatened to take away my sister. I pleaded them to spare her. But no. And then they started commenting on my conning. I looked at the side and there he stood, shock, disbelief and hurt filled in his eyes. He had known it. He now knew what I did. Something other than hurt shone in his eyes.. Betrayal.. He turned and left without speaking a word. I ran and ran. I had to talk to him./ I had to clear out the misunderstanding. I had to tell him the truth. The truth in the sense that I wasn't into conning anymore. Had it been the old Ishaana, I would have moved on. But no.. He was the reason for my living. He was my love. I can't imagine a second without him. I was greeted by his brothers. They had a gloomy look on their faces. They knew too.. I was expected an earthquake from Shivaay but then he only had a calm look on his face. Rudra had tears. I pleaded them to let me in. They did not before SHivaay asked me to take care of his brother. I just bodded and went to search him. There he was, scratching his brush against a canvas, anger visible in his eyes. I tried to put my words forth but he let up a hand silencing me. I had to speak to him. I wanted to prove that I loved him truly. I started speaking when the anger that I had expected from Shivaay burst forth from him. He screamed letting all his anger, pain and hurt out. He had said those words. Those words that I had been dreading the most.. Ruthless, Feelingless, Emotionless, Dreamless con-woman.. It pierced through my then burning heart like a sharp needle. It hurt. It was painful. Ters fell down my eyes. The saying A calm man's anger is the most dangerous was indeed true.. But the one missing piece was that it also hurt if you are in love with such a man.. He had asked me to get out.. Out of the house as well as his life.. Forever.. More painful tears fell but he had turned his back on me. After my sister, I had only one reason to live.. And that was him. And he had thrown me away from his life making me an orphan in the family of love and relationship..
I walked through the roads. I had no idea how I finally made my way home not did I hear my sister's call of DIDI.. I went up and sat on the floor on the terrace, paving way for the rain to shower its gift of water upon me as I screamed, tears of hurt and pain streaming down my cheeks. I slumped down to the ground and screamed some more matching to the sound of the heavy rain that was racing down the clouds in full fury. As the rain calmed down a bit, I did tears still running down my face in silent protests. Who told fairytales don't exist !! They do exist.. Its just that not all fairytales have a happy ending.. Mine was a wonderful fairytale. Like a dream.. Like a tale between The Artist And His Lady.. Its just that it did not have a happy ending.. Mine was A Tragic Fairytale..I closed my eyes and drowned into thoughts of Omkara.. My Omkara.. My wonderful artist.. My living reason..
THE END...
Umm.. I did not know what made me write this.. But I want Ishaana's thoughts to be shown like this.. But all we are getting from CVs is thenga 🤪 I hope that alteast after Om coming to know Ishaana's truth, they show Ishaana's thoughts like this..
Ehh.. I did not proof-read so please go ahead and comment 😳
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